First day of school!!! Hooray, Hooray, Hoo-
Except the school called me to come get my sick kid. After snacks and homework we went to the next town to the 10 minute walk in clinic at The Pharmacy. My husband is out of town. You do the math. 1 parent+ 5 kids(1 near teenager)( 1 preschooler)=MADNESS.
Said preschooler was asleep in my arms for the entire visit which included a trip to the pharmacy counter to check in, a trip to the clinic entrance and into the exam room, a trip back to the pharmacy counter to get the prescription filled, a trip to the greeting cards to listen to all the obnoxious Hoops and YoYo cards while we wait for said prescription, a trip back to the pharmacy counter to pick up the prescription and finally, back out to the car. Everyone buckles, get in, reach for my keys... reach for my keys... look for my keys... Go back inside and look for my keys... come back to the car and dump out my purse... unbuckle the car seat and shake it out... go back in to check the exam room... check at the pharmacy counter...turn the kids upside down and shake them... Check the clock to see that an hour has passed since I started looking for my keys... Call my husband to have him call our semi permanent house guest who doesn't understand me well to have him look for the spare... wait 1/2 hour for the spare to show up... Take children in various stages of melt down home to eat...something.
I have this theory about how my keys disappeared, too. It's a really good one. It goes like this:
I stop by the pharmacy counter and set down my keys. Then I walk away, but my keys do not. While I am otherwise engaged, another pharmacy patron finishes their own business, sees the keys out of the corner of their eye as they are turning to go. They grab "their" keys puts them into their pocket, goes out to the car, reaches into their purse, gets their keys, and drives away. You can totally see how this could happen, no?
By the time I was almost home and 2 1/2 hours have passed since I took the 45 minute trip, my brother in law called to tell me that he was at my house to pick up a piece of furniture- which requires that I totally rearrange the girls' room- since it was their bed, and all. An hour later, with the new beds set up, I bent over to pick something up off the floor and the hood of my sweatshirt flopped over my head. Guess what fell out of my sweatshirt hood? Yep, my keys. Please don't tell anyone, OK? Good.
And, before you ask, I have NO idea how they got there since the 4 year old was asleep the whole time.